Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 109: Horsemen III

Hexamore Continent

Sector 77, Ioda Empire, Ioda City, Ioda

H.A.D.E.S. Underground Research Institution

June 25th, 1785, Tuesday, 4:00 PM

Seven months had gone since the Horseman Project changed the lives of #981, #1413, #401, and #22. As War, Conquest, Famine, and Death, they comprised the youngest elite division under H.A.D.E.S. Their abilities, derived from the cells of a deceased extraterrestrial false god, rendered them formidable weapons in the hands of the institution.

The Horsemen were sent on missions that tested the boundaries of morality and ethics. They terraformed distant planets, changing alien landscapes to meet H.A.D.E.S.’ requirements. They slaughtered and enslaved the inhabitants of these planets, spreading horror throughout the universe. Key figures in resistance movements were assassinated, increasing H.A.D.E.S.’s power.

The Horsemen traveled across the multiverse, expanding the institution’s reach while leaving a path of destruction in their wake. Torture had become regular, with tactics used to collect information that broke both the body and the spirit.

H.A.D.E.S. Underground Research Institution

June 26th, 1785, Wednesday, 9:00 PM

It was meant to be a rare day off for the Horsemen. Sigma-C and Dr. Lawson were absent and their location was unknown even to their top operatives. The facility, which is normally humming with activity, was unusually quiet.

War, the third-oldest of the Horsemen, strolled along the institution’s sterile hallways. The recollections of their actions weighed hard on his mind, each atrocity demonstrating the inhumane power they wielded.

Suddenly, an alarm blared through the facility, jarring War from his thoughts. He felt a surge of adrenaline, his senses sharpening. The Horsemen were summoned to the central control room.

There, the monitors showed a figure moving across the facility with horrifying speed and precision. War’s eyes widened as he noticed the intruder: an extraordinarily tall woman who nearly touched the 12-foot ceilings. Her presence could be felt across the screen, it felt dominant and menacing, and each movement exuded predatory grace.

Her physique was designed for sin: voluptuous, with huge breasts and a firm, round ass. Her costume was a twisted imitation of a dominatrix, with black leather embracing her curves and emphasizing every inch of her obscene figure. Her eyes were the most unsettling—creepy, fear-inducing, insane-looking yellow eyes that he himself and also the other horsemen had ever seen, they seemed to penetrate into the very soul itself.

"Ha, who the hell is this pervert!"

The voice of an annoyed boy could heard echoing in the monitor room, everyone looked towards it. And saw that it was death who was making another one of his rude outbursts, and the strongest of the horsemen.

"We don’t know."

The monitor operative said, while his partner continued.

"We have already reported this to the main information HQ in Zantha, so far all they told us is that we need to evacuate immediately, they themselves don’t know, as the clearance is under Type-R, meaning only someone from the order can access it."

"TYPE-R, WHATTTT!?"

Feminine said, fear showing on his face, and rightfully so.

After all, being categorized as Type-R in H.A.D.E.S.’s Database indicated that this woman was a strong entity that could be compared to a god among men. Type-R entities were the most hazardous of all, according to organization information.

But nevertheless, Conquest the little sister of the group stepped up and said.

"Look, we have to fend off this enemy, I will open up a portal in every neutral zone in the facility, I can’t keep them open for long though, as we need to buy time for an evacuation, so most of my energy is going to go in this fight, you have 10 minutes to get as many people out of her as possible, now asked the boys back in Zantha to send us as much information as they could."

"Understood lady conquest."

One of the monitors stated that while he was able to contact HQ and obtain the needed information, it was restricted, and contacting a member of the High Order was difficult due to their secrecy.

The horsemen began to read the file about the entity while watching the live video feed.

War was the first to speak up, as he said.

"So this woman’s name is Asenath [Redacte] [Redacted] Psychomi [Redacted]."

War mumbled to himself, remembering the woman’s name from the intelligence reports. However, to him and the other Horsemen, she appeared to be nothing more than a crazy pervert, a terrifyingly muscular but sexy, lean, and lewdly dressed adversary. They had no idea of her true character or the extent of her power.

But they had to hold her off for as long as they could.

"Sigh, very let us kill this perverted bitch!"

Death said, to the other Horsemen, while he looked at a Conquest and said in a commanding voice.

"Open up a portal, we will take her by surprise... if not, at the very least try."

And with that, the Horsemen went to face the enemy.

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But...

Death...

Was horribly wrong...

We didn’t stand a chance against this perverted monster...

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Asenath’s voice echoed through the facility, dripping with a twisted glee.

"Oh, little rats have infested my territory!"

She cooed, her tone both mocking and cruel, her hands palming the head of a woman who begging for her life.

"Please I have children."

"Ohh my, and now they reproducing, agh how I hate rats, they are only cute when they are weaponized, time to clean up the nest then."

She said, as she slowly began to tear the researcher from the leg down into two vertical halves before she was completely ripped in two.

At that point, a gigantic bow built from the core of an entire planet and made and powered by imagination energy was shot at her. It flew at breakneck speed, but as it approached a meter of Asentath, the arrow morphed into many boxes of condoms and filthy and awful-looking sex toys clearly meant for inflicting more pain than pleasure.

"The hell!"

Feminine remarked, as he gazed at his creation, which could decimate the majority of foes, transformed into such a bizarre collection of objects.

Meanwhile, Asenath looked at the four young horsemen of H.A.D.E.S who at this moment were looking at her with mostly disgust in their eyes, and great worry as well.

"My, my, you came on to me quite strong there, I could feel the heat from a mile away you know."

Asenath muttered this while embracing herself and shaking wildly as if she were hot and bothered, yet she appeared like a deranged, perverse madman.

"This bitch definitely has some screw loose."

Death said out loudly, as his disgust for the entity rose to new heights.

Meanwhile, Asenath looked at the group and said.

"But me oh my, this infestation also harbors mutated rats as well ha? Sigh, oh well, I will just have to purge you cute and disgusting little things too. Can’t let my esteem guesses think this is a Nos territory now can I? ohhh Eos above no!!"

War and the other Horsemen had prepared for battle, but they were unprepared for the fury of Asenath’s attack. She moved with dizzying speed and lethal precision, with each action deliberate and devastating.

Conquest activated a portal to divert Asenath’s strikes, but she altered space with a simple flick of her wrist, rendering the portal ineffective. Her laughter echoed throughout the complex, chilling the air.

Famine created frightening creatures from his imagination, hideous beings capable of overwhelming any enemy. But Asenath moved at breakneck speed, ripping through them with ease. She appeared to dance across the battlefield, her moves graceful and deadly.

Death attempted to change the fundamental principles that govern reality. He created a field of death energy, intending to capture Asenath within its terrible embrace. But she went through it unhurt, her faze energy canceling out his efforts. She filled the gap between them, her hand shining with a dark light. She thrust it into Death’s chest, ripping out his heart with a triumphant smirk.

War fought with everything he had, his faith energy amplifying his strength and resilience. He channeled his power into a devastating strike, but Asenath caught his fist mid-air, her grip like iron. With a sadistic smile, she twisted his arm, the bones snapping with a sickening crunch.

*CRACKKKK!!!*

"Ehh...AGHHRAAAAAAAA!!’

Ohh my if you scream like that you are going to turn me on even more.

"Let go of big brother you monster!!!"

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Conquest shouted, her voice was heard clearly, as Asenath looked in her direction.

Conquest unleashed a volley of electric magnetic blasts at Asenath, but she easily avoided them, her laughter booming throughout the complex as she did so. She surged forward, her hand piercing Conquest’s chest with savage precision. Conquest’s eyes widened in surprise before closing, her body crumpling to the ground.

"KHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHIHII!!"

Yet again Famine unleashed a swarm of terrifying monsters from his thoughts, but Asenath ripped through them, her movements a lethal dance. She reached him in an instant, putting her fingers around his throat. She broke his neck quickly, and his body fell motionless beside Conquest.

War stared in horror as all of his companions died one by one. Desperation drove his attacks, but Asenath remained unbeatable. She intercepted his next strike and rammed her knee into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. But before he could recover, she stabbed him in the heart, with a sword made from her hair.

"You fought well, little rat, but strength alone does not work on me."

She purred while licking War’s blood off the side of her lips, her voice sending chills down his spine.

"Either way though, this is my territory. It’s only natural to clean up the rats."

War felt his life slip away and his vision fade. But his faith energy, the source of his power, kept him on the verge of consciousness. He pretended to be dead, his body stiff and his breathing faint, as Asenath resumed her rampage, wrecking the facility and killing everyone in her path.

Asenath fled after she was satisfied with the destruction, her laughter booming throughout the ruins. War, who had changed his name to Viktor Zakcry, managed to pull himself out of the wreckage. Trauma and a need for power drove his flight, and he promised never to be powerless again.

Years later, the recollection of Asenath’s strike tormented Zakcry. This horror motivated him to pursue his dream of becoming a vampire, sired by the Azamite clan’s old, ancient, powerful, and terrifying fable vampire, Arawn the Unspoken. This decision placed him on a road that would eventually lead to a fatal showdown with Merciless.

His life as a superhuman even a genetic-enhanced one didn’t give him the power he craved, so he joined a race where the definition of power was engraved upon him.

And that was how he now found himself in the House of Ghal figthing Merciless to the death.

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